So now, it's Europe's fault

Donald Trump has announced that the US would temporarily suspend most travel from the European Union, as the country reckons with the spread of coronavirus and the White House grapples with the severity of the situation. The restrictions, which would begin on Friday and last for 30 days, would not apply to US citizens or to travelers from the UK. The restrictions apply to most foreign nationals who have been in the 26 countries of the Schengen area during the 14 days before their planned arrival in the US.

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During the rare address to the nation, Trump defended his administration’s response while laying blame on the European Union for not acting quickly enough to address the “foreign virus”, saying US clusters had been “seeded” by European travelers.

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Trump also downplayed warnings of a potential recession: “This is not a financial crisis, this is just a temporary moment of time that we will overcome as a nation and as a world,” he said.

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Trump made the announcement in an Oval Office speech on Wednesday evening on the federal response to what the World Health Organization has declared a global pandemic.

  The Guardian

All financial crises are temporary moments of time.  It's a financial crisis. It's a financial crisis to people with stocks. It's a financial crisis to businesses reliant upon travel. It's a financial crisis for all busineses counting on the many major cancelled events for income. But, more importantly, it's a fucking pandemic. It's a medical crisis.

He then tweeted it, without admitting he misspoke...

Goods touched by people.

He is the worst public speaker/reading in the history of public speaking.

And way too many of them will vote for him again.

And the stock market this morning?  Still plunging.

He's gonna get dropped from the ticket.  He should primary Trump and make his own run for 2020.

...but hey, do what you want...you will anyway.

UPDATE:

UPDATE:

This was not a speech. This was a cry for help, an SOS from a guy who knows, as Micheal Ray Richardson once put it, that the ship be sinking. You could almost imagine thousands of tiny feet running for lifeboats behind his eyes. You could see him reacting to storm sirens only he could hear. He is thrashing and floundering and he is surrounded by thrashers and flounderers who owe their entire careers to him now. This isn’t chaos. It is surrender to it.

Imagine if, in his address to the nation during the Cuban Missile Crisis, John F. Kennedy had announced a naval blockade of, say, Jamaica, and then had to walk it back minutes later to explain that he meant Cuba. That’s what we had Wednesday night when, minutes after the cameras in the Oval Office went dark, the White House had to rush out explanations that the president*, in discussing his own new policy proposals, didn’t know what in the hell he was talking about.

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Meanwhile, as soon as he began speaking, the Dow futures fell off a cliff. Many people noticed that the exemption on the European travel ban granted to the United Kingdom benefitted his golf properties there. On Thursday morning, pandemonium reigned in European airports. Stop helping, Mr. President*. In the name of god, stop helping.

You knew it was all going to go terribly wrong in the first few sentences when the president* referred to the source of the pandemic as “a foreign virus”—This is the most aggressive and comprehensive effort to confront a foreign virus in modern history.—as though it were something Stephen Miller could lock in a cage and then deport.

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That was not the speech of a president*. That was not even the speech of a bad president*. That was not even the speech of the worst president* we ever elected. It was the desperate wailing of a man who has fallen down a well, and there’s nobody up there to hear him.

  Charles P Pierce